Jin Jiuchi stood before the wall with fragments of broken mirror scattered around his feet. He was staring at his clenched fist with an almost bloodthirsty grin on his face, and if Shen Nianzu had to elaborate, he looked just like a predator who finally sniffed out his prey after a long period of starvation.
Shen Nianzu's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously called out to the man, "J–Jin Jiuchi…?"
Jin Jiuchi turned and flashed him a bright and cheerful smile, as if the bloodlust Shen Nianzu perceived earlier was nothing but an illusion. "Nian'er, look at this!" He showed his fist, and Shen Nianzu belatedly realized that the man was holding onto something in his palm. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a shard of glass. The sharp edge sank deeply into his palm, tearing open the skin and causing him to bleed profusely.
